Daisys

I lie in a pile of daisies thinking of you.
I pull one out and hold it close to my heart, wishing you were here.
The beautiful flowers delicately touch my face and my heart.
The cool breeze feels good in the warm sun.
I pull a petal.
I whisper into the wind, he loves me.
I lay the flower on the ground near me, not wanting to pull another.
I knew... the only important thing is, I Love You!!



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